32. 3rd February 2025. No Matter What.

Tired, bad stomach, jaw pretty much locked. Not the best of days. The stomach issue could be chocolate cake, Cadbury's Roses, truffles, sausages, red wine, any combination of the above, or something completely unrelated. 

Trying to get into the rhythm of the day. It's 3pm, the day's nearly done. 

Chasing a couple of things on a couple of projects, in positive action rather than desperation. Working on dealing with my own impatience. (MIH and DD). Aware of the fact that other people's schedules don't work round me but of the partial belief that they should.

Think, of all the albums I bought in January, the ones that are going to stick long term are the excellent Remo Four and Church 'Heyday'. I'll return to these for a long time I think. The Remo Four deserve a larger place in history than they've been afforded to date. 

Watched all three episodes of the Boyzone doc last night. Nobody comes out of it particularly well. Ronan was an ambitious kid who went all out for what he wanted, Stephen was a nice kid who deserved far better, Mikey looks a broken man; neglected by the management, sidelined, never had a chance to make a mark. Shane and Keith - a couple of lads who underlined the final gig by being utterly twatted. 

Watching the reporter for the Irish Mirror and the showbiz ed of that rag squirm. It wasn't their fault. The showbiz ed can spend as much time as he likes claiming that he believes he did nothing wrong and 'they' didn't destroy Stephen Gately's life, his own inner circle did that, they just reported what they were sold. That's sold, not told. If he does it long enough perhaps the remnants of his soul will stop curdling. 

Believe as always, if you joined that rag at any point post April 1989 then you're complicit. 'It was my job'. Get a better job. Gobshitery.

And Louis Walsh. Jesus Christ. 

Positive postscript. A chase that resulted in something. We have a go for DD. Autumn. Better start writing it! Feels good. Remember this feeling.